First Impressions

"Why would you do that!? You know my spark is unstable!"

"You also know she cannot bear a newspark to term without offlining. If that is your goal-!"

"I do not wish to see Fixit harmed. It is quite the opposite, actually. We owe her everything."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NONE OF YOU HAVE CHECKED ON HIM!?" Ratchet snarled, brandishing his wrench threateningly.

"He said tha' i' wasn' safe yet!" Jazz threw his servos up in surrender, backing away.

The medic chucked his wrench at the saboteur's helm anyways before comming the explosive engineer. :Wheeljack, status report!:

:It wasn't my fault!: came the wailed reply, with highly inventive curses sounding in the background. :It was an accident!:

"What did you do, you slagger!?" Ratchet cursed out loud as he transformed, taking off towards the inventor's lab and opening the comm channel to Prime, Prowl, Jazz, and Ironhide as they followed behind him.

:It was an accident, I didn't mean to- oh frag! Get back here and let me murder you, you walking rusted scrapheap with moldy slag for a processor!: The Autobots all listening in started at the second voice interrupting Wheeljack. Especially since the interruption was followed by a third voice, and then a loud series of crashes, curses, bangs, and yelps of pain.

:Owowowowowowowow!- Fixit, get off Wheeljack! Stop trying to murder him!- I'll stop trying to murder the glitching lightshow- Gahhh, wrench!- after I run him through an industrial blender for kidnapping us!- Not the servo, not the servo!- Fixit! Stop it!- My leg!- Die you slagger!- He didn't mean to, stop it!- I will murder you-!- Wall!:

CRUNCH.

:Wheeljack!?: Ratchet cried in alarm, speeding up. His fellow officers followed his example, everyone worried now. Prowl had already contacted Red Alert about the intruders in Wheeljack's lab, and the Ark's personnel were all on alert.

:…ow. Well, that was a spectacular failure.- Shut up, Steve.- Oww, my aching helm…- Shut up, 'Jack.- …are you done trying to murder him now?- …- …please?- …fine.- YESSSS!- YESSSSS!- Only because it was an accident, and if you keep cheering I will change my mind about murdering the both of you!:

Two frightened squeaks came over the line, shortly followed by silence.

:WHEELJACK, WHAT THE SLAG IS GOING ON!?: Ratchet roared over the comm, making the inventor yelp in surprise.

:WHEELJACK!- Ratchet startled me, I'm sorry!- Oh, honestly…wait…- …Wheeljack. What do you mean Ratchet startled you?:

They could hear the engineer laugh nervously at the other's flat voice.

:…Ratchet may have commed me a breem ago or so and he's been listening in ever since?:

Silence.

:…please don't kill me?- I am so done with this. Just…done. Screw you, 'Jack.- …right. Fine. We'll just…I dunno, sit quietly and peacefully wait for whoever's coming. That sound good?- …yeah, that'll work. Thanks!- Shut up, Wheeljack.- Okay.- …hey Wheeljack?- Steve…- Can you tell them not to shoot us, please?- Oh! Sure thing! Er, I mean- Fine. But then you shut up.- Okay! Ratchet and whoever else is listening, please don't shoot them, it's not their fault they're here!- Now shut up.- Okay.- And shut off the comm.- Got it!- Wheeljack!- Shutting up!:

Ratchet screeched to a halt outside the (heavily reinforced) doors of Wheeljack's lab. Transforming, he stalked into the wrecked lab with the other officers right behind him. Glaring around the room, he noticed Wheeljack first, who appeared unharmed but for the scorch marks all over him.

And then he noticed the two spiky, yet oddly streamlined bots- one with wings, one without- leaning against the wall next to the inventor.

Ironhide aimed his cannons at them as the two glanced up at them with strangely smooth faces- neither of them had a nasal ridge, for whatever reason. But one of them was clearly scowling, whilst the other just looked mildly intrigued.

"Ratchet!" Wheeljack said happily, fins flashing. He was immediately pelted with a wrench.

"What the slag did you do, you glitched fragger!?" Ratchet snarled at the cowering engineer, who moved to hide behind the streamlined bot with the ground-alt. Said bot just vented in resignation as he was used as a living shield. His winged friend snickered at his and Wheeljack's misfortune.

"Yep, just as terrifying as our Ratchet…" the bot muttered in a smooth low tenor.

It paused the tirade momentarily. "What?" the medic asked in irritated confusion. He didn't like not knowing what was going on.

"As fa' as Ah know there's only one Ratchet," Jazz piped up, watching the two curiously.

"I wish," the winged bot muttered, crossing his arms. The saboteur grinned at that.

"In this universe, yes. But we're from an alternate universe, which means I now know two Ratchets. It's very traumatizing."

"Excuse me!?" Ratchet snapped as Jazz and Ironhide tried to hide their snickers. Optimus was more successful in hiding his smile, even as Prowl remained impassive. The SIC was too busy pondering the ramifications of an alternate universe.

"I know three," the winged bot said innocently.

"Yes, but you're also terrifying. And shameless," the grounder rebutted. "Also, you've been taught by one."

"Two."

"Really?"

"Well, it was just a couple of tips on some of the more complex stuff, since the anatomy in Bayverse is different from ours."

"It is?"

"…"

"…what?"

"…seriously? They look completely different from us- just like these guys do. How the frag did you not notice their anatomy was different?"

"Well, I mean, I don't have any medical training whatsoever-"

"And you're a Roomba."

"-and you're just ridiculously overqualified when it comes to medical matters-"

"There's no such thing as overqualified when it comes to taking care of you ridiculously moronic glitchmice."

"-and you're a fraggin' genius-"

"Anyone's a genius in comparison to you lot."

"-will you stop interrupting-!?"

"Never."

"GAAAAAHHHH!"

Jazz and Wheeljack were laughing shamelessly now. Optimus and Ironhide were both chuckling at the strangers' antics. Even Prowl cracked a small smirk, although that quickly disappeared.

"If you are from an alternate universe, how did you arrive here?" the SIC asked coolly.

As one, the two streamlined bots turned to glare at Wheeljack.

"It was an accident?" he said sheepishly.

A/N: Uh-oh. Wheeljack's gonna get it now…

This may or may not happen, but…if I added another TF:Prime member to G1, who would you want it to be?